you catch me at my most divine moments
when I breathe the air of deity,
you are the oxygen
you red my blood with your fervor
and when I wander listless
you net my efforts
sometimes I ponder on your
boisterous hilarity,
your smile in the softest despondent instance.
but alas
there is not comprehension
that will paint the right
glimmer in your eyes.
I must content myself
with the elation
of being your confidant.
thus confide in me your most shattering joys,
and we will huddle upon the grandeurs
lost in the subtle gradations
for as long as we like
shall we sift through the faces
and find the red and crying
the blue and hopeless?
we shall.
and we will brush upon them
the most cheerful spectrums
with the same instruments
by which you saved my smile.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
you catch me at my most divine moments
when I breathe the air of deity,
you are the oxygen
you red my blood with your fervor
and when I wander listless
you net my efforts
sometimes I ponder on your
boisterous hilarity,
your smile in the softest despondent instance.
but alas
there is not comprehension
that will paint the right
glimmer in your eyes.
I must content myself
with the elation
of being your confidant.
thus confide in me your most shattering joys,
and we will huddle upon the grandeurs
lost in the subtle gradations
for as long as we like
shall we sift through the faces
and find the red and crying
the blue and hopeless?
we shall.
and we will brush upon them
the most cheerful spectrums
with the same instruments
by which you saved my smile.
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